Under the pins carnations are *******, throwing the garbage
Masking eulogies with a kite
Thrashing the carnage with a machete, grabbing the youthful
Putting firelight to the sky
Nicaragua counter the prophets
And a phantom see such a muppet
Can you understand where I come from
Where I come from, where I come from?
Selling laughter at the stadium
With a poster for mausoleum
Gotta get down to craze a glue gun
Punking new sons, in the blue sun